Week 14

I have been able to spend the last few weeks listening to Earl Nightingale (even before it was suggested) and have found it useful, along with other works along the same vein.  In think and grow rich, it is said that there are two parts to the secret that when one is ready, one will know.  I am not sure I know for sure, but driving home last week from work, as I had been contemplating this concept for some time now, what sprang into mind was the simple dynamic of – idea plus persistent action- and wham!  the world becomes yours as you become the world’s.  And it has to be that way.  Can you imagine the world having an idea and trying to stuff all it’s creative thought and power into you alone?  You’d implode!  You can’t accept that much!  That is why people with these ideas end up rich in much more than material wealth, but in any way they see fit- because the values must hold equal.  It is like solving algebraic equations- where you are given certain values, some on one side of the equal sign, and some on the other.  You solved the problems by finding the values through certain processes.  And these things, even now, are equaling out.  They can and will change if you do, but they presently are the sum of all the parts, and those natural laws are not changeable.  So work the equation and see it to the end.

Think about it- take your dmp ideas to the very limit of your desires…  How many people will that touch at it’s maximum potential?  Hundreds?  Thousands?  If the idea and the value it holds had to be returned in the exact way it was received, do you really want or could you really handle thousands of people showing up at your door?  Probably not, and me neither.  So the universe must and will give back that value to you to equal the scales, give more get more, so it makes it really easy and simply gives you whatever you want, whatever you dream of, and that is whatever you think about the most charged with emotion.  But often, we are mostly charged with emotions about the patterns we have been repeating for decades, thus manifesting the same exact (or worse) conditions than those we had in years past.

I didn’t care for algebra when I was younger.  It didn’t make much sense.  I recall that when I turned 25 it suddenly made sense, but I never knew the cause of it.  Anyway, what clicked is that it balanced out.  Well, this balances out too.  All the examples of people who had an idea and backed it with defined plans of action who were persistently relentless, no matter how absurd their ideas came across to the general public, these peoples ideas became giants in and of themselves.  The people were still just the same old little humans, but the ideas became larger than they were or could ever be.  The people were just the conduit, the gateway for the universe to express itself in another way.  I think this is why we have been told again and again to drop the opinions, be the observer, and basically mind your own business.  Having all these opinions can be interesting, but its really only interesting if you have nothing better to do.  Literally.  I remember years ago, as a kid fresh out of high school, being invited over to a new friends house to watch SNL on a saturday night.  I didn’t know what SNL was, I said.  Saturday night live, she said.  I replied, so you want me to come hang out and watch TV- that sounds absolutely boring.  And for me it would have been, as my saturday nights consisted of working on hot rod cars and drag racing and cruising the local streets on hot nights admiring each others work on our muscle cars (mine was a dodge charger).  It may not have been for everyone, and that’s fine.  But I felt alive, and we were engaged in our own lives.  Doing something, building things.  Didn’t have much time or care for opinions, unless it had something to do with getting past 180 mph.

I think much the same now about my dmp and the dmp’s of others.  And those men and women of change and industry and art and creativity and adventure and exploration…  They were not too concerned with all the opinions of this or that or whatever…  But they sure were keyed into their own driving purpose.  They refused to take no for an answer, and so now we know their names.  I happen to think that the future will know a lot of our names…





Week 13

My dmp is something I need to pay a bit of attention to.  Polish it up a bit.  Get it right with getting it right.  Time is important.  Used to be wasted time.  Now there is only useful time and engagement in life coupled with an awareness of being part of something much bigger than myself while simultaneously being the conduit for that which needs my unique attributes.  And week 13 is right on time.

What I have found on this expedition is that when given enough thought energy, when focused on in an intelligent way, when the method is open to correction, the path becomes more revealing and less cluttered.  The law of give more get more sets opportunity upon the path, instead of me being on the path of opportunity.  The scales must balance, as in all things.  Is the goal a get, or is it a give?  Daily, with each breath, each moment, especially when I think something may be below me or mundane, I find it has become the ultimate test of my entire being, a menial task turned into heroically saving the world in the visually gruesome beauty of goring the picador as it had tried to stab me repeatedly.  Nothing I do is menial, repetitive or of little use.  You change the world with a change of mind.

As I submit more and more, I recognize the major purpose is now becoming a list of musts and obligations that I genuinely cannot wait to accomplish.  And I think submission in the self is key.  I couldn’t use anything, find methods, practice certain things to connect myself to the universal mind.  It’s a fallacy to think a person can, and I realize that now.  We all are already connected.  Already arrived, already there.  Acceptance of that unification with the whole makes it so much easier, much more streamlined.  One only needs to clear the way, wipe off the desk of life, and set upon the desk the project you desire and begin your work.  You didn’t build the desk, the office, the pens or the paper, you just brought forth the project and the world conspires to bring  into your presence the manufacturer, the laborers, the consultants, the engineers and managers to bring your project to fruition.

This is the observable reality of my present life.  The project is larger than myself.  What started as an idea is now a thing, and I am only playing a supportive role in it’s manifestation and ultimate expression.  I have camera equipment to bring to a business associate.  I have a 3 day expedition in January filming in the cold, frozen, northern outdoors.   I did not even have to set the dates for this, these were set for me by others, by the project itself and the others involved in it.  It is the active manifestation of my dmp, what my life is becoming more and more of.  Ideas are things.  They are tangible, they can bend time and space and build anything you can dream of.

I will be sipping coffee around a fire somewhere outdoors in a few short weeks, shooting video along the north shore of Lake Superior.  I will inhale and exhale, tasting the heavy, cold dense air and I will feel frost build upon my brow and around my mouth.  I will be looking at my associates and they will be looking at me, knowing that what we are doing is bringing great good to others while not taking away anyone else’s good.   Every sore muscle and cold finger will be placed upon the scale, every wall rappelled and every trail broken will be set upon the side of give.  More and more give, and we will smile, knowing that we are already part of it all.  The universe asked me to be there, even before I was born.  All I had to do was show up.  The rest is history, and the future.  That is what week 13 means to me.

Week 12

Week 12, and more pieces are falling automatically in to place.  Resistance and projection are useless, the power of observation is in and of itself a great lesson teacher, if one bothers to become a relevant student.  To think that one could change anything but themselves in the grand shape of the universe is an interesting thought, and can be observed by the unhappiness in those who attempt to live their lives outside of it.

If anything in retrospect I see in myself, previously, the exact things that brought me to this moment in existence.  Where I live, with whom I associate, what I value and the decisions and results I lose or gain according to those values, and the desires I have held dear that have manifested either the order or the chaos which has become, to one degree or another on multiple facets, my life.  Prior to the mks, the dominant parts of my dmp were already in motion.  So in applying the laws and getting in harmony internally, I am seeing the manifestation of those things on a scale of which it is challenging to stay in pace with.  Things are happening far faster than I expected.  But these are great problems to have, and only need some modifications to my thoughts through the day to bring to me the help I will soon need.  And someone has already popped into mind for a particular reason, and certainly not due to conscious thought or directed thought.  Rather, a massive desire and need to connect with this individual because of certain ideals and specialized abilities they have perfected, knowing what a massive addition it will make to my already amazing team.  Where did that impulse come from?  Who placed this obsession for this one previously known person into my being?  I will just do as I am led by that which I am part of.  So much easier that way, and it is all that way.

In the lesson, at 22, I really dig the last statement.  Educated desire is the most potent means of bringing into action the law of attraction.  As I was listening previously to some random stuff at work, it brought to light the latin root of ‘educate’, which is ‘educe’, which means to draw out.  So a thoroughly drawn out desire, one truly perfected and worked at brings the law into your lap.

I also was thrilled at the observations made about the substitutes that have been played at and toyed with to try to get to the core of harmony with the laws, as though there were shortcuts to become closer to the universal consciousness.   It’s right there, inside everyone, ready for the acceptance and grace we all are granted.

I am enjoying this.  Every minute.

Week 11

In learning and embracing the shortcomings of my perceptions as to the why’s and how’s of living a life,  my misbegotten reactions to my past, and the immense powers that rest just below my fingertips, I am glad for some of the turns I chose that went further off the normal paths and the commonly accepted ways and means.   I have been listening to Hill’s audiobooks while I work.  On one occasion, he makes a point that one of the worst tragedies a person can make is the concept of conformity.  Subjectively for many, this means rebellion.  I wondered at my own at times.

But this week’s lesson brings to bear upon my soul a sort of peace, and knowledge that it is not my burden to bear, my weight to carry, or even my change to make.  All I have to do is accept the absolute natural, stop the projections, and let the river flow where I ask it to take me.  Trying to ignore the fundamental glaring obvious connections for a small selfish gain is only going to create upset over time.  Two and two always equals four, and for some reason if it doesn’t, if you study the reason long enough you’d find you were actually adding the wrong things, sometimes at the wrong times.  Walking around with your eyes open to more than just your preferences adds the deductive value and allows, for a time, one to plug themselves in to the universal.  Knowledge, after application with will, allows a life to unfold almost effortlessly.  Back to scroll 1, where a large part of success is learning how to avoid failure on the journey to creating one’s own version of self-made heaven on earth.   Difficult to run a footrace with a boxcar on your back.  Even more difficult when you surround yourself with others who carry boxcars, as it is also pointed out that our brains are not only a transmitter but also a receiver.  The watchman at the gate is there to filter out, warn, and bring awareness to our surroundings, not so much to keep us from falling in a hole physically, but to be aware of all we are absorbing by who we are in proximity with.  Thus week 11, and the law of attraction.

A thought hit me about capacity and capability last week, and how we do things or don’t do them.  That, on top of the list of non-usable excuses in Think and Grow Rich, gave me this thought-  as I am still recovering from brain surgery, although my progress is good, I am still weak, I knew that over the summer I was not capable of much.  I literally was not able to do many things I had the capacity to accomplish.  Was odd for me to be so physically weakened that even walking was difficult, and sustainable for a very short time.  But my capacity was not diminished.

  1. the ability or power to do, experience, or understand something.
    “I was impressed by her capacity for hard work”
noun: capability
the extent of someone’s or something’s ability.
plural noun: capabilities
“the job is beyond my capabilities
My capabilities, though, are still in the works, yet, I know I will recover and due to choices to empower myself to an even greater degree,  my capabilities have yet to be pushed against to find their eventual limits.  I will persist, and I will succeed.
But the query it brought me to, was thus- as I am becoming more aware, capacity deals more with one’s overall potential, and capability more with one’s kinetic abilities.  Tapping into objective constants and understandings only aligns oneself with the fluidity of how easy life can be and actually is when one grasps the ideal of what one is capable of, and acts on it in a harmonious way with the objective.  So why, when I was capable of more, did I not act in accordance with nature?  I will persist in asking this, as it is probably a reason why I have chosen discord in the past as a way of life.
For now and forever, I am not like the sheep waiting to be sent to the slaughterhouse of failure.  I persist and I succeed.